"It's great to meet you... Kaos..." he repeated her name, making sense of it. He'd never encountered anyone with that name.
A smile overtook his face. "Is Kaos like 'chaos'? If so, it sounds like you bring a lot of... excitement wherever you go."
And then, as he studied her features, he asked again, "Is there anyone in particular you're looking for?" Damn, I sure hope not, he thought to himself.
They stood eye to eye, on the same level. He felt his heart pounding.
Andy was trying to get it all sink in. There was more to be told, he was sure, but she seemed hesitant to say too much yet.
"So..." he wondered outloud. "Are you still on probabation... or anything?" He realized his knowledge of the criminal justice system was severely lacking.
As he waited for her answer, he couldn't help but think to himself: Jaycie the felon. He also couldn't help but be aware that he was hugely aroused by her.
Again.
Rylee was evoking her desired response. Truth was, Mark was getting pissed.
He batted the ball back and forth with his toe, considering his strategy.
He knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him... but this girl... this woman had a way of getting to in ways he could not identify.
Rather than finesse, he went with power; he was bigger than her, and he would use that fact to his advantage.
"Ready?" he asked in a perfunctory sort of way, and started the ball up the field. Left. Right. Further right. Quick left, then right. He was nearly up to her, and he would power past her and slam the ball to the net.
A smile overtook his face. "Is Kaos like 'chaos'? If so, it sounds like you bring a lot of... excitement wherever you go."
And then, as he studied her features, he asked again, "Is there anyone in particular you're looking for?" Damn, I sure hope not, he thought to himself.
They stood eye to eye, on the same level. He felt his heart pounding.
Andy was trying to get it all sink in. There was more to be told, he was sure, but she seemed hesitant to say too much yet.
"So..." he wondered outloud. "Are you still on probabation... or anything?" He realized his knowledge of the criminal justice system was severely lacking.
As he waited for her answer, he couldn't help but think to himself: Jaycie the felon. He also couldn't help but be aware that he was hugely aroused by her.
Again.
Rylee was evoking her desired response. Truth was, Mark was getting pissed.
He batted the ball back and forth with his toe, considering his strategy.
He knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him... but this girl... this woman had a way of getting to in ways he could not identify.
Rather than finesse, he went with power; he was bigger than her, and he would use that fact to his advantage.
"Ready?" he asked in a perfunctory sort of way, and started the ball up the field. Left. Right. Further right. Quick left, then right. He was nearly up to her, and he would power past her and slam the ball to the net.